Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the

hint of fear in

“I am your uncle. Your mommy is

Berthold relaxed,

ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the

the car, murmuring, “Could

“You’re afraid now?”

got in. He

long silence, he gently stepped on

slowly pulled

she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred

stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with

for

hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and

Crystal nodded.

ascended the staircase again, she opened

in his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny

too soft, or the day had been too long, for the child

before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was

faces, fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were

heart soften at the

caressed Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes

wore her guilt on her

back, Henry spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured

out more vulgar than

softly, “Don’t let the children

fierce

armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the

eased the tense look on his

with Melora. I’ll

agreed with a

grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they instinctively

I am Melora’s brother, and

your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me

about to step out, Melora held on

wave of emotion

have come back sooner.

called out in a soft voice,

hair gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us

Melora nodded.

snack. By the time everything

was dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the

Crystal noticed.

tremble in her voice, “Come and eat.

sat down and began to

was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop

kept

“Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now… I’ve nearly

she

had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like milk powder and

together. However, they were swept away by the winds of

she would spot him in the newspaper. He was still the

Melora Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time had

after all, need to vent his anger. But

poor girl

Crystal went to see Henry in

heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for a

before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign

her, walked to the

smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid

her

as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat

snuffed out the cigarette and

I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then,

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